Page 2 of Daddy's Baby Girl
Winter takes another bite of her pepperoni pizza. “Still the best pizza in town.”
I love watching her eat. Always have. Usually, women barely eat around me. They order a salad and push it mindlessly around their plate. I don’t know why they think fueling their bodies with sustenance is a turn-off. For me, food means comfort and love, and watching Winter eat is satisfying.
“You want more?” I ask, noticing the last slice is gone.
“Oops, looks like I ate most of that pie.” She dabs the corners of her mouth with a white paper napkin. “So, what kind of business do you have at the university?”
“My company is taking over campus security,” I say, omitting that I offered the cheapest deal to the university to ensure I got the job. I don’t like that Winter is at school without real protection. I have a few private bodyguards keeping tabs on her, but I enjoy knowing that my guys will be in charge of keeping the campus safe.
“You don’t need to watch over me. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
My eyes trail down her body. “I noticed.”
She leans over, pushing her big tits together, making them appear even larger. “What exactly did you notice?”
I clear my throat and avert my eyes.
“See something you like?”
Busted.
“I always enjoy seeing you,” I say, my gaze meeting hers with a playful glint, attempting to inject a bit of teasing into our usual conversation.
“And I like being seen by you. So, how long are you in town for?” she asks, changing the subject and pouring ice-cold water on my rock-hard cock.
“A few days,” I lie. “Once the guys are in place and the paperwork is done, I’ll be heading back to L.A.”
“I enjoy having you around.”
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
CHAPTER 2
Winter
Garett Nichols was my father’s friend. They grew up together. I didn’t know about Garett until my father died in a car accident. My mother abandoned me when I was two, never to return, so I’ve been completely alone since. My dad was my only family, and suddenly, I had no one. That’s what I thought until Garett showed up at my family home when I was eighteen.
I was initially standoffish toward Garett, not understanding how a man I’d never met before was now my guardian. At eighteen, I was confident I could handle anything life threw my way. But the more time I spent with him, the more I learned about him and the more I cared deeply for him.
My feelings couldn’t be called innocent. Seeing Garett ignited a deep, uncontrollable longing within me, but no matter how hard I tried to bridge the gap, he remained distant. I didn’t know what the big deal was. I was an adult. He was an adult. Sure, there was a large age gap of twenty-plus years, but age is just a number, isn’t it? Everyone expected me to date boys my age, but they seemed immature next to Garett, who was a real man.
I tried kissing him when I was nineteen, but he pushed me away, saying he couldn’t do that to my father. I always thought that was the stupidest thing he could say when rejecting me. My father probably would’ve wanted me to be with Garett, a man he knew would treat me right. Isn’t that what all fathers want? For their little girls to be happy with a kind partner who’ll put them first?
Garett wants me. I can tell by the way his eyes linger a little too long on my legs or how he diverts his eyes quickly if he chances a glance at my chest. Most of all, it’s the way he looks at me with a shy smile that tilts the corners of his mouth slightly.
The heat in Garett’s car is on full blast as we pull up in front of my apartment. I desperately want him to lean over and touch me, kiss me, tell me how he can’t live without me and wants me right here, right now.
A grin spreads across Garett’s face as he leans back in his seat, creating a wide gap between us. I’m not sure when I’ll give up my stupid fantasies and realize that this man will never give me what I long for.
“How long did you say you’re in town for?” I ask, trying to prolong the night as much as possible. Am I pathetic? This is pathetic, isn’t it? I’ve got it so bad for this man that I’ll take crumbs just to be near him.
“Just for a few days. I need to make sure they set everything up with the guys before I fly out back to L.A.”
I lean forward, enjoying how he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. “Too bad. I was hoping you’d be here a little longer.”
Garrett’s breath hitches. His knuckles turn stark white as he grips the steering wheel so tightly that I think he might snap it inhalf. He glances at my breasts before he quickly diverts his eyes like he always does. Good. I’m glad I affect him. I hope he has a raging hard-on that he has to take care of with visions of my naked body.
This attraction isn’t in my head. He knows it, and I know it.